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I love my work. More than anything. This idea of exploring the minds of people we create. The imagination that expounds upon a soul I almost have, and a past we have created together. Which lays the ground for ideas we need to have and a future we all want, or dont, but think we could have or want or need. It pushes forward again. I know this feeling, I know what I am doing is right and I know I cant stop. I wonder who will come with me...